Fairy blood aside, by the time I made it to the last few books, my infatuation had started to wane. Harris's little habits, once charming, began to grate. I knew from my Sweet Valley days that novels in a series require the author to explain certain attributes of each character over and over again. Still, I cringed whenever Harris mentioned Sookie's big boobs, telepathic abilities, or predilection for sunbathing. I noticed Harris' lazy, strangely archaic habit of using the word "of" when describing something; if I read about another robe of black or knife of purest silver, I was going to gouge out my own eyes of brown.
By the time Sookie and I parted, I had read 10 books in one month. When I finished The Golden Bowl, I didn't run out to buy The Aspern Papers. Harris must be some kind of enchantress herself, or at least a genius of propulsion. Like me, she's reportedly almost done with Sookie — Harris has a number of other serial paranormal-mystery-cum-romance novels, one of which was recently optioned for television. When Sookie goes away, she'll leave behind countless broken hearts, mine included. I'll miss her.
Eugenia Williamson can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org
Charlaine Harris will sign books, give a reading, get interviewed, and appear on several panels as a Special Guest at Boskone 48, at the Westin Waterfront, 425 Summer Street, in Boston, from February 18-20. Tickets are $15 to $58.
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